Poems

Friends?

Friends are like flowers

in the garden in life they say

but is it really true?

been there seen it all

is that the way friends are, i wonder

i considered my friends my life

but they were phony, all right

i just wanna say good bye to them

they are cruel and fake

they were the best to me

us five was all there ever was

but life changed and so did they

some where down the line

they betrayed my trust

they were a part of me

we were the very best friends for ever

but what happened, i ask?

Why are they so bad now?

Was it me or my pig headedness?

Or was it my attitude or my strength?

Was it something i did, god?

Or is my use for them over

so they don't need me now?

Why me god is all i wanna know?

Out of a million people out there

is it only me you loathe?

why are my friends leaving me

when i need them the most today,

they were my family and kin

everything that was mine was theirs

i loved them so much,

they were my saving grace

they're leaving was for my good,

i was scatter brains and dumb, they said.

Our friendship was a mistake.

Is it true?

Am i at fault?

All the fights and tiffs, those arguments

didn't mean a shit.

Are friends really flowers?

Mine had thorns

and i still bleed from their prick.